The Darkest Evening
Freedom.
I like it.
Just me.
Alone.
I don't have to hide.
Don't have to scurry from shadow to shadow.
No need to keep looking over my shoulder.
For everybody.
And Anybody.
All out to get me.
I can drift amongst a crowd now.
Unseen.
Watched a child with his mother yesterday. Wondered if I was ever like that. They didn't see me. Oblivious they were. Ha. They would have been pointing and running before.
Not often you see dead people I suppose.
Strange this.
Dead.
And yet.
I'm not.
I'm drifting.
Unable to pass on.
Chained to the world.
I would be surprised.
I think.
Except I've seen this before.
This half life.
How strange that I managed what He could not.
Immortality.
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There are 2 examples of wizards leaving parts of themselves behind, paintings and horcruxes. The paintings appear to be merely an echo of the wizard, while the horcrux has an ability to learn and to disseminate. This left me with a question, just what is the Marauders map?